24. Alexis
Alexis
My heart slams against my ribs as Gabriel moves closer, stepping between my legs. My body and mind are still reeling from the orgasm he just gave me—my second one today—but somehow it still isn’t enough. I need more. I need him.
His cock is hard and heavy looking, and I can’t drag my gaze away from it. I knew he was big, but seeing him up close like this and thinking about that massive thing being inside me makes me shiver with anticipation and a hint of nerves.
“Are you okay?”
His question stirs me out of my daze and pulls my focus back up to his face.
His voice is gruff and his eyes are blazing, but there’s something soft underneath it, as if he’s truly worried about me.
I nod, and my hand moves on its own to reach for him.
He groans when my fingers brush the tip of his cock, his jaw clenching.
“I’m good. It’s just… is that how big most, um, cocks are?”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “Not to sound like a cocky asshole, but no. Not exactly.”
I nod, not exactly surprised by his response. But it doesn’t exactly instill confidence that I’ll be able to fit that gigantic thing inside me.
“Will I—I mean, can you—will it—”
He chuckles. “Will it fit? Yeah, I think we can make it work. It’s okay if you don’t take all of me, just like when you were on your knees for me in the bathroom.
No matter what, it’s going to feel fucking amazing for me, and I’ll make sure it feels good for you too.
You can trust me. You know that, right? I’d never hurt you. ”
I swallow hard, my throat painfully dry, and nod, because I do trust him.
And if I’m honest with myself, I want him inside me, however long it takes to get there.
I want to feel him stretch me open. I want to watch his face as he works his way in.
I want to hear him groan my name when he finally comes.
That thought sends a fresh rush of arousal through me, and I grip his ass, pulling him closer. He’s right there, the blunt heat of him pressing against my entrance, and the wait is its own kind of torture.
He shifts his hips forward just a little, then freezes. “Fuck. Hold on a second.”
He eases back just enough to reach for his pants where they’ve dropped, and I watch as he pulls his wallet out and works a foil packet free. I blink at it, my brain slow to catch up.
“You just happened to have that on you?”
A rough laugh escapes him. “Didn’t used to.
” He catches the corner of the packet between his teeth and tears it open.
“I haven’t kept a condom in my wallet for years.
It would’ve been a waste, I never needed them.
But I—” He clears his throat. “I started keeping one on me after you asked me to teach you. I wanted to be ready, just in case.”
Heat floods through me, spreading outward from someplace low in my belly. Something about the knowledge that he’s been thinking about this, that he’s been wanting it as badly as I have, that he took the time and the care to make sure he’d be ready if the moment arose, does something to me.
But it also makes me sure of something else.
My hand lands on his wrist before he can pull the condom from the packet. “Do we have to?” The words come out shaky. “I’m on the pill. I just… I don’t want anything between us. Not for this.” I swallow. “Not for my first time.”
Gabriel goes completely still, the packet dangling from his fingers. For a moment, he just stares at me, his broad chest rising and falling hard.
“Fuck.” It comes out almost strangled. The condom in its wrapper drops somewhere I don’t see, and his hand slides into my hair as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “You can’t say things like that, sunshine. Not unless you mean them.”
“I mean it.” I turn my head, teasing his ear with my lips. “I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing else.”
A low groan rumbles in his chest. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
Then he turns his head slightly and he’s kissing me, deep and starving, his tongue demanding entrance and slanting against mine.
I love how he handles me, somehow toeing the line between rough and careful, holding back just enough for me to feel safe while giving me a taste of what it feels like to be consumed by someone.
That’s part of what makes him impossible to resist. This man could undo me completely if he wanted to, and the way he’s making me feel right now, I think I’d let him.
He breaks the kiss as suddenly as he started it, leaving me gasping, my lips tingling. He frames my face in his hands and holds my gaze. “I’m going to make this so good for you. I promise.”
I shiver as nerves and adrenaline and heat tangle together inside me.
I know he means it, but I can’t help but still feel a little worried.
I want to make it good for him too. Some irrational part of me wants to give him something he’ll never be able to forget, wants this memory to be one that lingers with him long after the three year dissolution of our marriage.
My teeth are digging into my lower lip, but I don’t even realize it until Gabriel reaches down to tug it free, kissing away the sting from where I bit too hard.
“You’ve got this,” he murmurs. “Just relax. Let your husband treat you like the queen you are.” His voice is quiet, and my heart skips when he notches himself at my entrance. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I nod through the noise in my head, and he starts to press forward, slowly easing into me. It’s a tight fucking fit, and as the smooth head of his cock stretches my entrance, my breath leaves me in a rush.
“You already feel incredible,” he tells him, his voice strained. “Are you okay to keep going?”
“Yes.”
He gives me a moment to take another breath, then keeps pressing in. As hard as I try to stay relaxed like he said, the sheer size of him is staggering. I thought having two of his thick fingers inside me was a lot, but this? This is on a different plane entirely.
It’s not quite comfortable, but he waits after each press forward, giving me time to adjust, and after a while the sharp pinch begins to fade away, and the spark of pleasure that lights in its place is like a full-body high.
“Oh my god…” I can barely get the words out.
“You’re so tight,” Gabriel rasps, but the way he says it makes it clear he’s not mad about that in the least. “That’s my good girl. We’re almost halfway.”
I can hardly believe him, so I glance down between us, and the sight of his veiny cock disappearing inside me sends a jolt of arousal through me.
“See?” He glances down too, then drags his gaze back up to meet mine. “Look how well you’re taking me. We can stop here if you want. It’s a lot for your first time.”
A shiver wracks through me, and before I can even start to make sense of everything I’m feeling, my head is shaking as if on instinct.
“More.”
It’s the word I always seem to have for anything where Gabriel is concerned, a single-syllable encapsulation of the way he affects me.
He goes still, staring into my eyes, and I catch something flash in the depths of his gray irises. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. It’s okay.”
He studies me for what feels like forever, and I can almost see the war playing out behind his eyes. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“I promise.” I nod, knowing there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll say anything.
Because it won’t be too much. Nothing about this is too much, despite the fact that it’s pushing my body past every limit I thought I had. When someone is as insatiable as I feel right now, ‘too much’ doesn’t exist.
I want him to let go and show me what it’s really like to be with him. I told him I was tired of being so innocent and I meant it, so the last thing I want is for him to treat me like something fragile that will fall apart at a rough touch.
Gabriel nods, threading his fingers through my hair as he braces his elbows on the table.
His hips rock forward and back, forward and back, pressing a little deeper each time. It’s harder now, my pussy so tight around him that I’m not sure there’s any room left inside me. But somehow, inch by slow inch, I feel him bury himself to the hilt.
My entire body is bathed in a light sheen of sweat, my arms wrapped around him, my nails pressing into the contoured muscles of his back as if that will help ground me.
He makes a low, almost animalistic noise as his cock pulses inside me.
I can’t believe how intensely I can feel every throb and twitch of his thick length, and I’d almost swear I can even feel the vein running up the underside.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he grits out. “God, I can’t wait any longer. I’m holding on by a thread here.”
I nod desperately, knowing just what he means. The fullness is amazing and overwhelming, but there’s something missing, something my body is clamoring for.
Reaching down, Gabriel wraps my legs loosely around his hips.
Then he draws back until only the head of his cock remains inside me before easing back in.
I can feel myself adjusting to it, taking him easier, and as I get used to how full he makes me, he starts to pick up the pace, driving in harder and faster every time our bodies rejoin.
One of his hands is gripping my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin as he holds me steady against the rocking power of his thrusts.
His face stays close to mine, so close that our noses are almost touching, our lips meeting in a frenzied kiss from time to time.
It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open.
My instinct is to close them and focus on the sensations like I usually do when I’m touching myself, lost in some fantasy from one of my books.
But right now, with this man?
I don’t want to miss a single second of it.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, and the only answer I can manage is a sound that’s something between a moan and a cry.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined what my first time would be like.
After all the romance novels I’ve read, it was impossible not to think about it.
They gave me plenty of material to work with, but not one of those daydreams comes anywhere close to this—to Gabriel right here in front of me, in a restaurant he bought just to be alone with me, filling me so perfectly that I know I’ll feel a little bit empty without this for the rest of my life.
My flushed chest is still a bit sticky where the ice cream dripped down it, and I’m slick with arousal where we’re joined. Every time he pulls back, I suck in a breath, my hips rising to meet his next thrust.
He’s not even touching my clit, but with the way he’s driving inside me, the friction is enough to send sparks shooting through me. And something about the angle of his cock makes a different kind of pleasure than I’ve ever felt before build, slow and steady, low in my core.
I want it to last forever, but I can already feel that tingling feeling in my limbs that tells me an orgasm isn’t far off. I try to hold it back, to draw things out, but no amount of willpower can tamp down the swell gathering inside me.
“I’m… I’m close,” I gasp out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Gabriel picks up his pace, driving into me harder, his teeth bared with exertion.
“Wait for me,” he rasps, his rhythm stuttering a little, turning almost frantic. “I’m right there too. God, I wanted to make it last, but I fucking can’t. I can’t, sunshine.”
There’s a note of frustration in his tone, but honestly, knowing that I’ve got him right on the edge the same way he’s done to me might actually be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
The feel of him holding on for dear life, struggling not to fall apart, is such a turn on that it lights the tinder inside me, sending flames shooting through my limbs.
“Gabriel!”
I cry out his name as the room tilts around me, my eyes squeezing shut hard enough that tears slip free, and I finally let out the sounds that have been crawling up my throat. Pleasure surges through me in waves, the orgasm like a force of nature as I shatter around him, clenching tight.
With a few more hard thrusts, he crushes his mouth to mine, going rigid as he finally lets go. His cock pulses, his hips grinding against me as if he’s trying to somehow get even deeper, and the warm flood of his cum makes me whimper.
A dazed, satisfied smile pulls at my lips as we finally go still. I cling to him like I might float away if I don’t—because for all I know, I might. Gabriel sinks down over me, giving me some of his weight as his chest heaves against mine, his cock still buried inside me.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.